The Abyss of the Atlantic Chapter Ⅰ Section Ⅱ

This novel was written in 2018. I wrote it after watching the wonderful submarine movie "Das Boot". This novel is about giantessifying(personifying) a U-boat , similar to Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.What I have to say is that my novels often spend a lot of time describing the settings and characters...

I am working hard to translate it into English completely and without any grammatical errors.  If possible I will also translate it into German and Japanese

Similarly, since accurate manual translation will take up a lot of my time, it is only open to subscribers, please understand.

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(Journalist Charlle left scant records of this event. Tragically, he died while he was young in a sudden car accident shortly after the World War Ⅱ, and during his lifetime, he rarely mentioned anything about the mysterious Abyss. It wasn’t until people were sorting through his belongings that they discovered a dozen reports about the Atlantic’s abyss, all marked with rejection stamps. Upon closer inspection, these reports detailed two expeditions to explore the Abyss. However, the content was so unbelievable that even his colleagues thought he had hallucinated.

Among these rejected reports, two nautical accounts were found, seemingly firsthand records, which piqued people’s interest. The second account was relatively longer, though the end was somewhat damaged and the handwriting difficult to decipher. Here is the first nautical logbook.)

The First Logbook, written on July 7, 1942:

How should I describe my current feelings? Excitement? Surprise? Luck? Is there no adjective in the grande langue française(grand French language)that can capture this?

The Bottomless Pit, the Abyss,the place I had longed to explore, was finally within reach, and the truth was so shocking, accompanied by a fear of the unknown.

I hope I can fully document this voyage. I can guarantee that this will be the most astonishing news of the twentieth century.

It all started the morning before yesterday. The lieutenant assigned us an ocean-going fishing boat, stocked with four days’ worth of food and water. I saw Lieutenant Colonel O’Clair in civilian clothes, inspecting the helm.

“Are we ready to depart?” I asked as I entered the cabin.

“Yes, bring your camera, my journalist friend,” he said with a mysterious smile. “We might be witnessing history.”

Naturally, I had witnessed quite a bit of history already, from the German blitzkrieg in Poland to the fall of France and the invasion of the Soviet Union, all within just a few years.

Ah, but thinking of my homeland’s fall still pained me deeply.

Compared to that, the discomfort was nothing. The long voyage was quite boring, and I hadn’t brought any books. I couldn’t understand the instruments on the ship either, only seeing the lieutenant colonel’s back as he calmly and steadily watched the dials and steered the helm.

“Colonel, how long have you been in service?” I asked, trying to pass the time.

“Not long, since '30,” he replied without turning. “I think I might be the only destroyer captain with the rank of lieutenant colonel.”

“Why is that?”

“My father fought in the Great War, also on the Atlantic front, but he fell ill after sinking just one submarine and had to wait out the rest of the war. Such a pity, he could have achieved so much more.”

“A family of soldiers, I see…”

We had nothing more to say after that.

It took us a whole day to reach the destination the colonel had mentioned. By the time we arrived, it was already evening, so we rested there for the night. Honestly, though it wasn’t my first time sleeping in such a floating iron box, the thought of the Bottomless Pit suddenly appearing and swallowing everything made me break out in a cold sweat.

The next morning, there was no movement. Looking out the porthole, the sun had risen, and the sea was calm with high visibility, perfect for taking photos. And soon enough, the opportunity for a perfect photo came.

Waiting was always boring. I kept checking my camera to ensure I could capture a clear and accurate shot when the time came.

The colonel must have been bored too, tapping the table and thinking about something, chatting with me about the usual rumors and news I’d often heard among soldiers. I didn’t understand much of it.

Feeling a bit bored, I stood up and looked out the window. The sea was the same as always, nothing interesting.

“Hey, Charles, do you know what I’m playing now?” the colonel asked with a smile.

“No idea.”

“The Song of Onion ”

“Interesting, my dad used to sing it.”

“Do you like onions?”

“Not particularly…”

“Think about it, wasn’t it the national anthem during the First French Republic? At that time, we Americans sang about the Star-Spangled Banner, the British about their queen, the Germans about their Deutschland, and the French about onions. Hahaha…”

“Haha…”

Though I didn’t find it particularly funny, I laughed along to avoid awkwardness.

Then, as we chatted intermittently, a series of bubbles began to rise and burst on the distant sea surface, getting closer and closer.

“Mr. O’Clair! Come and take a look!” I shouted, pointing to where the bubbles were appearing. “What do you think that is?”

The colonel quickly stood up and looked in the direction I was pointing.

“Don’t move,” he said, his expression becoming serious. “It should be a whale coming up for air. But it doesn’t look like it… Could it be an orca?”

The following events confirmed that it was not a whale but the Bottomless Pit that had troubled the entire Atlantic escort fleet.

With my camera ready, I shakily took a few photos of the bubbles.

I watched the approaching bubbles nervously, clutching my camera, almost forgetting to lift it. The colonel leaned on my shoulder, carefully observing the bubbles.

Then, as we stared, the bubbles burst open, revealing… half the head of a girl with silver hair and blue eyes?!

Yes, the reality was just that—a gigantic girl’s head emerged from the water. Her silver hair, blue pupils, and even the water droplets on her face were clearly visible.

I was stunned, and the colonel must have been too, as we both stared at her for a few seconds, forgetting the passage of time.

Her eyes showed a look of confusion, and a few seconds later, she submerged again, causing a wave.

“What was that?” I stammered.

“A girl, about fourteen years old? I think my eyes must be failing me…” the colonel said, equally shaken.

Then, the girl we had just seen suddenly emerged from the water again, causing the sea to surge. Our poor fishing boat was nearly capsized. I clung tightly to the colonel’s clothes, looking up at her from the window, feeling our insignificance.

“My God, may the Lord bless us…”

I muttered, as the girl, only half of her body visible, stood about a hundred meters tall, so enormous and terrifying. She was like a deity blocking out the sky, evoking the ancient fear of gods.

We were utterly insignificant. Even a single strand of her silver hair looked thicker than the ropes on our tugboat. I could only see her wearing a one-piece swimsuit, looking down at us as if we were ants.

I didn’t know how to describe it, only that my feelings were of primal fear.

It was a feeling of seeking protection from a deity.

“Charlle, take a photo!” the colonel snapped back to reality and ordered. I quickly grabbed my camera, but the boat shook violently again. It felt like an earthquake, followed by a series of tsunamis.

“Jesus Christ, God bless us.” I couldn’t stand and fell onto the deck, muttering random prayers. Fortunately, the camera was intact, but in such a situation, I couldn’t focus at all.

I don’t know how long the shaking lasted, but when I finally stood up, I saw the girl’s puzzled face. It seemed she had picked up our boat to examine it closely.

Her blue pupils’ puzzled look gradually turned into a triumphant one, as if she had figured out our identity.

“My God…Jesus Christ...” the colonel was beyond astonished. “Such a… gigantic… girl?”

I was equally incredulous, especially after pondering the truth of the Bottomless Pit for so long, only to find it was a gigantic girl.

I don’t think I could have believed it without experiencing it myself.

Then, I saw her lick her lips.

"She wants to eat us… The colonel, however, calmed down. “At least now I know what’s been devouring our transport fleet.”

Even if she ate us, it wouldn’t fill her stomach. We might as well wait here for the supply fleet.

I regained my composure and started taking photos of her, not thinking about whether I would live to share them.

But then she glanced at the colonel, showing a look of surprise.

She quickly and gently put us back on the sea surface, then submerged herself, smiled at us, and disappeared into the water.

“Did you see that?” I asked the colonel. “That girl just smiled.”

“She let us go, but why…she....don't want to hurt us?...” The colonel was still fixated on the detail of her licking her lips. “It seems we’ve found out why the transport fleet disappeared…”

“She looked at you and then let us go, Colonel…” I suddenly remembered this detail.

“Uh, I don’t know why…” The colonel shook his head vigorously.

“Colonel, should we head back now?” I asked.

“Yes, yes! Let’s get out of here!” He scrambled to the helm and quickly started the boat. I hurriedly put the camera in my bag to protect this invaluable firsthand material.

The return journey was much more thrilling than the way there. I clung to the camera, unable to calm down until I saw the coastline and realized we had reached land.

And that, I suppose, is the entirety of this voyage...

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